All these strange things I had not thought possible, merely the musings of men(boys) and women(girls) given over to the vice of fantasization. The world is bursting with these wretches They keep the pornographers and eroticists (my word) busy Their yearnings are to be lauded.

These reprobates long to have novel stories to keep their minds busy in their reveries , I take the opportunity to recount the tale of Arthur and Betsy, lovers too curious and lustful for their own welfare.

One night, at a certain secret soirée for discriminating connoisseurs, they found themselves burdened by a newly incurred gambling debt for which they lacked the funds to satisfy. The proprietors of this illicit casino were seen talking to a certain tech mogul, who paid their debt in exchange for a period of voluntary servitude of exactly one year.

Arthur and Betsy were instructed to report to the AMTRAK station to the private railroad car at the rear of the train.

A tall brute of a man and a short muscular woman received them at the platform. The escorted them to a private car, where upon entry, they were ordered to strip, and prepare for inspection. Naked, Arthur‘s penis was measured, both flaccid and erect and the measurements recorded on his belly with a felt tip marker.

Betsy had her breasts , waist. and hips measured, and written on her belly too.

They were led to salon chairs where all their hair was shaved, both on their heads and pubes. A soothing lotion was applied to their private areas.

They were then ordered to masturbate, their times to orgasm recorded. Video recordings of their techniques and facial expressions at climax were also made.

Next came a rather satisfying meal that they ate with only their fingers, cubes of vegetables, tofu, wild rice and quinoa(these were compressed in cubes).

“Meat, slaves. is a luxury, as are most sweets. Fruit is plentiful , as is yogurt and skyr. “ Your new Masters are concerned about your weight and your flabby bellies. You will be weighed upon your arrival at San Souci, your residence for the next year. We will also measure your body fat. Once a week , you will be weighed.”

Finally heavy brass rings were fixed to their ankles . Chains, with bells were placed around their waists, signaling their every movements

“You will wear these bells until your nipple piercings are done. Those little bells are much more genteel.

And so they were prepared.

I tried sleeping. J had The Waltons, now Little House On The Prairie on to fall asleep to So she fell asleep and I wished I was dead. I hear they use Little House to torture captured aviators in Iran.

I cleaned the kitchen . Now I’m fixing to watch TV . But there’s a big lump of sadness in my chest

I’m sitting outside , having just read a particularly erotic blog post from Slave Shae ,”Do and Doing”. She is fellating her Master. And I am longing for a BJ myself.

The networks use theirNFL broadcasts to promote their non- NFL schedule features. But what if there are no featured programs ?

Im sitting here, wishing The Flintstones were still on.

Is Psoriatic Arthritis Hindering Your Career As A Contract Killer?

I’m real happy for Taylor and Travis. They seem like OK people.

I don’t want to hear anymore from NFL owners. Time for them to shut up and let the players decide things

Football is the diversion we need. Beats politics any day of the week.

Sometimes I just to need to hear Tom Traubert’s Blues.

Anybody else like that?

One Tom Waits song is never enough.

Take Me Home followed

If I want to write, it’s going to hurt. Maybe I have to say good bye to comfort, distractions, day dreams of soft talk, hugs, kisses, and naked embraces.

My wife tells me she loves me, even though she never spreads her legs or sucks my cock. But there’s love , for whatever that kind of love is worth.

I know. I’m a man. And human this time through the cosmos.

I haven’t had sex since…. God knows when.

Sometimes just looking at a face is almost as good as cumming. Can you say that? I mean, unless there’s a big show and you have to clean up afterwards, even if it’s just a wet rag across your junk, does it count?

There are women like Brandi and Rosie that I see in the rooms who are beautiful. They could wear bags over their faces and they would still be beautiful.

And I would still fall in love.

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